So, Berlin took its toll, we returned pretty broken men from 2 days of hard work and hard play. We met some awesome new people and caught up with our old buddies at Lacoste, Addict, New Era, Obey and a few other spots. Sadly, we missed the Overkill guys and a couple other peeps, but it’s only a 90-minute flight, which is less than it takes to get from one side of London to the other, most days, so we’re well on getting back there for BBB in the summer…

We rolled out in style, hitting the star-studded heights of Luton airport and tucking straight into a round of Stella’s (and a latte for the lady), lads on tour style. Taking the S-Bahn in from the airport, we failed miserably to get any shots of the trackside graffiti as thy flashed by, but it looked like they got hit pretty hard. We stepped it up and slammed through Bright tradeshow, making some wicked new links and a couple of potential collabos – hush hush for now, but watch this space!

That evening saw us shred through some sick parties, including the Marshall Headphones party, WESC, the Marshall Headphones party, Nike SB and then back to the Marshall Headphones party before getting ruined at the Supreme Being party… The homemade jagerbombs on the way probably didn’t endear us to anyone at the bashes, but it sure did keep ze German cold out and made us capable of eating enormous amounts of fast food, including a double tap on Burger King. So, so, so many shades of wrong.

Friday saw a re-visit to Bright to catch some links we missed, then a schlep across town to Bread & Butter. Thankfully it was the last day and not as hectic as earlier in the week, so we rinsed through the place, picking up some dining tips for the night from the Addict boys, some New Era caps and some tasty iPhone cases from the Incase guys.

A quick nap back at the hotel was our last stop before hitting up Mssr Vuongs for the most baddass Vietnamese in town. After dinner, we took a quick recreational and soaked up some of the street art. Some big plays from TCK and Merek on the street and literally not a block went by without obscene amounts of tags plastered all over the walls. Finishing off the evening at the Bright closing party, leaving before we got kicked out.

Amazingly Big Balls made it out with all his fingers intact. Somehow. Still, there’s always summer…